Disgracing the General Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Disgracing the General Ch. 01 by MelaMeela,MelaMeela
Author’s note: the story is set in a fictional, medieval, sexist society where the only female general is kept unequal through BDSM discipline. The story is focused on humiliation and degradation, so read at your own discretion.

Cassandra removed her helmet. Her face, sweaty and bloody, was all covered by her thick, curly red hair as her hair tie had broken under the helmet in the midst of the battle, and that had contributed to the suffocating feeling of her armor.

Such was the irony of being a high ranking member of the armies: you had the best plate armor money could buy, and therefore the best protection, but common footmen at least breathed more easily, and sweated less given all they had was boiled armor, not steel plate like Cassandra.

“Another great victory, General Cassandra,” Perlowe, her First Lieutenant, said.

Cassandra could see that herself. She had just slain one of the last standing enemies, and the rest of the enemy army was lying dead all over the battlefield, a glorious sight, redder than her hair.

Cassandra walked about the battlefield, and her men all knelt before her. She congratulated them for their collective victory and sent messengers to inform the High Council of their triumph. Never again would these large mercenary bands dare to raid the frontiers of Wedenos Kingdom.

“General Cassandra! General Cassandra!” a voice said behind her. She turned and saw a young man around the age of 20, about ten years younger than her, running towards her. He looked cute and innocent, with wide, innocent eyes, and was barely breathing as he ran towards her, exhausted, a massive book in his hands.

He was wearing the typical robes of a scholar, but not of the Wedenos universities. He was clearly from Northland, her native kingdom.

“Greetings, young man,” she said, as he finally stopped before her whilst catching his breath. “Can I help you?”

“The name’s Oliver, Ma’am. I’m an apprentice scholar from the university of Caradyne city. As you know, we are sent to fulfill tasks so we may get our seals of scholarship.”

“And where do I come into this?”

He produced a letter bearing the seal of the high scholars of his university. It said that he was to document the great general Cassandra, and that Caradyne University kindly asked her to help him interview her.

“Well, I can’t refuse my own countrymen. However, my loyalty as a soldier and general is now to Wedenos, so I cannot divulge any information that may compromise our state.”

“Of course not, I’m only here to learn about you and your achievements,” he said, clearly extremely grateful that she had accepted.

Cassandra could kill ennemies bare handed and stab them, but she couldn’t have even thought of disappointing this adorable lad by refusing him, so of course she said yes.

“Well, we may start now. Just follow me, and I’ll answer your questions.”

She walked to her tent, and even with the armor she was wearing, she was walking so fast that he had to jog to catch up with her, although to be fair, the notebook he was holding seemed heavy.

“So, how did you manage to do this?” he asked. “Become one of the most renowned generals of Wedenos kingdom?”

“Efficiency’s the answer,” she said as she entered her tent, and went into a T-pose as her male servants took off her armor plates until she was finally wearing her tunic only. “I impressed the Wedenos captains with my sword skills as a mercenary, so I was promoted to Mercenary Leader. I won many skirmishes then, so I was officialy adopted into the army as a Captain. I lead batallions well, so I was made into a Lieutenant General, and I won enough battles that I was made General.”

He wrote down her answers with his feather pen with the frantic energy of a young man overwhelmed. Frankly, he was too cute, and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Pardon my insolence ma’am, but your answer is dodging an enormous detail. You’re speaking as if you were just any other male in the Wedenos army. You’re a woman.”

“I noticed,” she chuckled. “And?”

Cassandra had sat down and was removing her boots. Doing that required lifting her tunic by quite a bit, and for a few seconds as the boots went off and her feet were bare, quite alot of her legs was bared up to her thighs, and she noticed Oliver looking at them.

A mischievous smirk appeared on her face and she took the water bowl, placed it in front of her, and began washing the blood off her legs with the water, generously caressing them as they were entirely bared for him to look at. Her tunic was pulled up so much that only a little more, and he’d get to see her very privates. He had difficulty focusing, and she found that extremely funny. Cassandra knew she had the kind of body all men wanted to see, and she didn’t exactly hate that fact.

“Well… must I state the obvious?” Oliver continued, trying not to focus on her legs. “Wedenos is one of the most male-centric and patriarchal societies in the Known World. Women aren’t usually even allowed to join the army, and their society believes women’s gender roles to be only acceptable when submissive. And here you are, leading their armies with men taking your orders and kneeling before you. Your presence here is utterly contradictory.”

“Survival matters more than principles or cultural values, young man,” she said, sensually rubbing water over her bare thighs as his eyes struggled to stay on hers. “You’re right, the first thing I learned when I entered this land is that women being inferior is one of the foundational aspects of their culture. You remove that, you remove their entire culture. But I win them battles and keep the ennemies at bay. This woman they consider inferior keeps them alive, so contradicting their cultural values is a price they’re ready to pay. Turn around.”

He did. Cassandra ordered all the men except him out of her tent, and she stripped naked, cleaning her body with the water. How it felt good to scrub off all that blood and sweat after a long day of battle…

“So would you say that in your unique case, the sexism of Wedenosian culture is given special treatment, and not applied?” Oliver asked, his back to her.

Cassandra did a small chuckle. It was more of a sarcastic one, with a hint of bitterness about it. “You have no idea how much it is still applies to me…”

She dried herself with a towel and put on a clean tunic. Cassandra allowed him to turn around and he looked at her.

“Your university’s letter asks that I let you follow me for a bit to document my life. Meet me in three days at Wedenos Capital, at General Areyn’s mansion. We have a meeting of the Generals scheduled that day. You’ll see everything you need to know then.”

And so those three days passed. Oliver rode to Wedenos Capital and made his way to the aforementioned mansion, that of General Areyn. There were a dozen Generals in the kingdom, Cassandra being one of them, and they held monthly meetings to discuss the geopolitical situation of the realm and always be up to date.

Oliver showed the guards the letter bearing General Cassandra’s seal–it said that she had invited him and that he could attend the meeting for the purposes of his scholarly work. They showed him in, and he entered the massive mansion owned by the powerful General Areyn. Again, to think that a woman, Cassandra, had gained the same level of power within such a male-dominated and chauvinistic system was beyond incredible.

Oliver finally made it to the main room, made of white and pinkish marble all over the floors and walls, with tall marble columns holding the roof. A large wooden table was in the middle, and the dozen generals of the mighty Wedenos Kingdom were all sat there, all wearing their formal ceremonial clothes. Cassandra, however, was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah there you are,” she said, appearing behind him. “I was looking for you.” As always, she had this kind and friendly smille. Despite being a sometimes bloodthirsty general, Cassandra had a kind, calm air to her. In fact, outside of battle situations, Oliver noticed that she seemed incredibly passive.

“Are you coming?” one of the male generals said, adressing Cassandra.

“Coming right now, just let me get ready Sir.” She turned to Oliver and took his hand. “Come with me.”

“Did you just call him Sir? Are you not equals in rank?”

Cassandra sighed as they entered a room. “We are not,” she said.

“But you’re both Generals.”

“Yes, but I’m a woman,” she said. And with that, she casually took off her formal red dress, throwing it aside. She kicked off her shoes, and now, she was completely naked and barefoot as the day she was born in front of Oliver.

“Whu…” he stuttered. “What… why are you…”

Cassandra shrugged with a little sigh. She looked like someone disapointed in something, but who also accepted it nevertheless. “I’m a woman. I have to attend the meetings of Generals since I’m a general, but I can’t do it as an equal. Did you really think Wedenos Kingdom would let me be a General without doing something in return to counterbalance it? A decree was passed by the King that, to counterbalance the necessary evil of a woman leading men, corrective measures should be applied to me.”

Cassandra untied her hair, letting the red curls fall over her round breasts, which were now the object of Oliver’s scholarly fascination. She then picked up some iron restraints: two wrist cuffs, two ankle cuffs, and a collar.

“Help me put these on, please” she said.

Oliver awkwardly did as told, chaining her up while she was completely naked like an animal. A minute later, she was chained up with the iron cuffs on her ankles and wrists, and the collar around her neck.

Cassandra looked at him with a little chuckle, turning her body language sensual, and caressing her body slowly with her hands with the clear intent of inviting his gaze unto her nudity.

“Do I look good?” she asked with an embarassed giggle.

Oliver nodded and called her beatiful. The general was now ready, and she gestured for Oliver to follow her. He did, completely shocked.

As they walked through the hallways, they saw guards approaching. Cassandra turned to Oliver. “Quick, grab my hair and walk me by pulling it. If they see me next to a man without being completely dominated, I’ll be punished.”

Though hesitant, Oliver did so. He couldn’t believe he was pulling the hair of General Cassandra, naked and chained. And she was so passive and O.K with it all! How could someone so passively accept such humiliation?

“There’s the beautiful whore.” One of the guards said, slapping her bare ass as they passed by.

“Thank you Sir,” she said. She turned to Oliver. “Don’t let go of my hair. When we reach the Generals, throw me to the ground.”

“The floor is marble. Won’t your knees hurt?”

Cassandra did a little chuckle. “Oh don’t you worry. My knees are always hurting here.”

They made their way back to where the Generals were, and the men smiled as they saw her coming. “Ah, here’s the slut,” one of them said.

Oliver threw her to the ground. She lowered her head there, utterly submissive, below the men. They ordered her to get up and stand aside.

Cassandra looked up at them. “But… I thought I could participate in the tactical talks today…” Her big brown eyes begged as she looked up, naked and weak, at the powerful men towering over her.

The male generals told her they changed their mind. “If we keep giving you the exceptional right to talk as one of the men, you’ll forget your place,” one of them explained.

She sighed and nodded. Cassandra gave Oliver an ironic little look, as if saying, “see?”

Oliver stood aside and took notes, describing the unbelievable scene through text. Cassandra positioned herself to the side of the male assembly, standing immobile with her hands behind her back and her face down. Meanwhile, the men sat down, all powerful and fully clothed. Richly embroided tunics covered their chests while hers was bare breasts present in the corner as nothing more than eye candy. They wore dark leather boots while her feet were bare and probably cold over the marble floor. One could not ask for more of a contrast visually. There she was, the only female general of the kingdom, kept completely apart from the men through social codes more sexist than anything Oliver had ever seen.

The generals talked about their recent observations on the status of the armies, what aspects needed improvement, if mercenaries were to be employed more for the upcoming year, the state treasury’s expenses for the military spendings, the geopolitical situation, and during all that, Cassandra was kept apart, standing completely naked and silent.

Suddenly, she was brought into the conversation with a sharp slap on her bare ass by one of the generals. “Go get us drinks, girl,” he ordered.

Cassandra nodded and began making her way to the kitchens. As she was about to pass by Oliver, the latter indicated for her to stop and said: “mind answering some questions?”

“Sure, Cassandra” said. “But we have protocols. I shouldn’t be talking, normally. So for every answer I give, you’ll have to give my ass a slap. It’ll keep me in my

place.”

They walked down the halls towards the kitchens.

“General don’t… don’t you feel utterly humiliated? Objectified?”

“Of course I do, that’s the whole point. The King and High Council have passed these mandatory actions to punish my insolence for even being a female general in the first place. According to Wedenosian culture, this keeps the sacred balance of male domination versus female

submission intact. I’m a woman, so I’m kept in my place.”

“And you agree with this?”

“Not with a word of it. I know I’m not inferior. I think this is unfair and barbaric.”

“So why do you tolerate it?” he asked.

Cassandra stopped and sighed. “I gave you two answers already,” she reminded him, turning around and presenting her bare bottom. Oliver gave it two good slaps.

They entered the kitchen, and the general asked the cooks for a tray of drinks. Oliver couldn’t believe how casually she was presenting her naked body with a sensual body language to all these fully clothed men. Even around them, she had a meek, obedient look to her face, with her head down. While they were pouring the drinks, Cassandra turned to Oliver.

They brought her the tray of drinks, and she took it. Then they made their way back to the generals’ table. Cassandra obediently served each man his drink, and this was accompanied by a slap on the ass every time and a “good bitch,” or “good girl.” Oliver kept taking notes, but he couldn’t help thinking about how two days earlier, he had seen her in armor, giving orders to men. And now she was like this.

Another thing he noticed was that she was looking at the generals with obvious attraction. After all, they were all very handsome, well-built men, as were all Wedenosians. Wedenosians were actually a half-breed race, part human and part elven. The elves had died out long ago, therefore the only surviving elven DNA was now found in the Wedenosian gene pool, and this could be seen in their physical appearance. On average, Wedenosians were beautiful, and Oliver safely assumed that this played a part in General Cassandra’s acceptance of her complete subjugation.

Eventually, the meeting was over and the generals left, save for General Areyn, obviously, since this was his mansion. He kept sitting and looking at his tactical map.

“Come here, bitch,” he ordered.

She did and he casually caressed her naked ass and thighs. Cassandra didn’t even react to it, as if it was completely normal.

“Why the long face, girl?” he asked.

“You know why,” she muttered, a little angry. “I’m a warrior. A general. Like all of you. But you treat me like this.”

Areyn squeezed her ass hard enough that she produced a little moan of pain.

“And that’s a good thing,” he said.

“Come on… Won’t I ever earn an equal status to you all? I want to be one of you. I deserve to be treated like you, to wear clothes and sit around the table as one of the generals.”

General Areyn gave her a charming but mocking smile as he rose from his chair and towered over her, all armored and masculine, while she was nude, vulnerable and feminine.

“The meeting is over. You know what time it is,” he said.

Cassandra nodded, kneeling in front of him obediently. She began unbuttoning his trousers, and Oliver could feel the eagerness on her ridiculously kissable lips. But then, General Aeryn stopped her.

“Not today,” he said, smiling triumphantly. “Thinking you have the right to be one of us… That’ll be your punishment for your insolence.”

And he walked away. Cassandra just looked at him go, on her knees, naked, shocked. “You’re just gonna go?!”

“I have plenty of concubines in my palace,” he said out loud as his voice echoed distantly through the hallways. “They’ll do it.”

Cassandra’s face went as red as her hair, and she leaned forward like a wild, untamed tiger, roaring: “None of them do it as well as I do!”

“Maybe they do.”

“GO TO HELL!” she screamed.

Cassandra got up, her face red with rage. Her bare feet smacked against the marble floor as she walked to Oliver and gestured for him to follow her back to where she had changed.

“Did you hear that?!” she said, having entirely lost her calm composure. “Bullshit! I’ve been doing nothing but suck cocks in this Kingdom. They’ve been keeping my mouth full of cocks anytime I’m not leading my army. Do you have any idea how much experience I have?! None of his ugly concubines do it as well as I do! They even wear clothes and walk around with some amount of power! I’ve been sucking his and all the other generals’ cocks obediently for years, crawling under the table naked and knowing my place while the men have man-talk. And now he tells me his concubines do it better?! Fuck him!”

Oliver put a reassuring hand on her naked shoulder. “General, calm d…”

Cassandra slapped his hand away and pushed him against the wall.

“Don’t touch me!” she hissed, her fist keeping him against the wall.

Oliver apologized profusely. Now he could see the warrior she was renowned as, and he was terrified.

Cassandra let him go, but she couldn’t get over her frustration–she was bursting with it.

Then it looked like an idea crossed her mind. She looked at Oliver directly in the eyes. “You tell me if I’m good,” she said.

And she dropped to her knees, unbuttoning his trousers. She didn’t pull down his pants, only pulled his cock out. As per the kingdom’s rules, he as the man had to remain fully clothed over the naked woman in order to ensure total power contrast in gender dynamics.

“General, what…”

“I need to know your opinion. You tell me if I’m so terrible at this.”

And without any more questions, she wrapped her hungry lips around his cock, giving it the most precise, disciplined blowjob Oliver had ever received.

All he could see of her now was a mess of red curls atop a naked body, and constant moans came from her as she sucked and sucked with a technique so perfect, it looked like she was a trained whore of the highest caliber. Oliver wrote down all the subtleties of her perfect technique in his notebook, describing her posture, her stance, etc.

After a few minutes, his cum was down her throat and she swallowed it all.

“So,” she asked, licking all the remnants of warm cum on his cock.

“You… are excellent General. Never have I seen a woman suck cock with such perfect technique.”

Cassandra nodded with determined passion in her eyes. “I’m the greatest cocksucker in this Kingdom. No one can tell me otherwise.”

“You think so?” Oliver and Cassandra turned to see a few guards looking at them with an amused smile.

“Yes I am!” she said. “You guys know that better than anyone.”

“Well,” another guard said. “It’s been a month since last time you showed us. Maybe we’ve forgotten.”

“Then I’ll bloody well remind you.”

And Cassandra crawled over to the armored men, who pulled their cocks out of their trousers, otherwise remaining fully clothed. They took turns grabbing the general’s hair and letting her worship their cocks with absolute devotion.

Other guards joined in the hallway, and there were now a dozen enjoying Cassandra’s mouth. Behind them, the kitchen’s cooks who had given them the tray of drinks were also joining, all fully clothed, all completely superior to her, while she moaned on her knees, mouth full of cock.

Wedenos Kingdom had natural reserves of Psalbamia Plant, which rendered sexual diseases non-existent. Couple that with the fact that every Wedenosian man was good looking due to their partial Elven lineage, and Oliver could see why Cassandra was so eager and desperate to prove her merits as a subjugated worshipper of cock.

Oliver described the incredible scene as he noted it down. He was getting very interesting material for his scholarly assignment indeed.